Evil MC's NTR Harem

April felt the gnawing hunger in her belly vanish as though it had never existed, replaced by a wave of warmth and vitality coursing through her body.

For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive—every ache, every strain that had burdened her seemed to melt away.

The constant soreness in her feet and back, reminders of long days spent overburdened and exhausted, faded into nothingness.

Even the weight of her prodigious chest, a natural gift that others might envy but one she had always considered an inconvenience, no longer felt oppressive.

Instead, her body seemed light, free, and perfectly balanced.

A blissful sigh escaped her lips as her eyes drifted shut, surrendering to the sheer pleasure of the moment.

Her breathing deepened, steady and deliberate, as though each inhale was drawing in the purest essence of life itself.

"Ahhh…" she murmured softly, the sound trailing off into a contented hum. It felt as though the world was blessing her, saturating her being with an indescribable energy.

Every cell in her body seemed to hum with vitality, her skin tingling as though kissed by the sun.

It was a feeling of perfection so complete it made her wonder if she had transcended her mortal self.

She wanted to hold onto this state forever, to drown in the intoxicating sensation that seemed to promise a life without pain or limitation.

A life where she was invincible, flawless, unbound by the frailties that had plagued her for so long.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily, and a smile tugged at her lips as she imagined what it would be like to stay in this state of harmony forever.

But then, something pulled her back. Her eyes fluttered open, the golden glow of euphoria dimming as the world around her came back into focus.

The first thing she saw was Ross's ordinary face.

It wasn't remarkable, not in the slightest, and yet it had the power to shatter the fantasy she had let herself believe in.

Like a bucket of cold water, the sight jolted her back to reality.

Everything came rushing back—where she was, why she was here, and the sinking inevitability of her situation.

She wasn't in paradise, nor was she free. She was trapped, caught like a helpless mouse in a cage, staring down the predator that would inevitably devour her.

The memory of why she had sought escape in the first place resurfaced, sharp and biting.

The moment of bliss evaporated, leaving her grounded in the cold, unyielding truth.

Her heart clenched as fear crept in, stealing away the warmth that had only just filled her.

Ross had already gifted April the ultimate prize—immortality. He had done so without her knowledge, and for good reason.

Ross disliked having to explain himself. To him, words were often unnecessary, a chore he had little patience for.

Letting others figure things out in their own time suited him far better.

And besides, what was the point of explaining when he held all the cards?

It amused him to let the pieces fall where they may.

"You just wanted me because of today, right? Just because I texted you." April's voice cut through the silence, sharp and dripping with anger.

"Aren't you satisfied with your group of girls already?"

Her words were laced with resentment, each one striking like a blade. She didn't wait for a response, her mind already racing ahead.

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They were daughters of privilege—beautiful, wealthy, and spoiled by life.

Men like Ross, with his painfully ordinary face and unremarkable outward appearance, wouldn't even be a blip on their radar.

No, there had to be something deeper at play, some hidden truth she wasn't yet privy to.

Unfortunately for April, she hadn't expected to learn the truth in such an intimate and unsettling way.

"There is no satisfaction for a man's greed, April," Ross said with a low chuckle, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Before she could muster a response, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both commanding and unyielding.

"Hmmmm…" April's muffled protest slipped out as she instinctively tried to turn her head, hoping to avoid the contact.

But it was no use. Ross's hand moved swiftly to cradle the back of her head, holding her in place with a strength that left no room for resistance.

Her struggles, though spirited, were futile against his overwhelming dominance.

The kiss deepened, Ross's tongue pushing past her closed lips to explore her mouth with a confidence that left her breathless.

His movements were deliberate, almost predatory, as if savoring the moment.

April tried to pull away, her hands weakly pressing against his chest, but his grip on her only tightened, anchoring her firmly beneath him.

She felt the heat of his body radiating down on her, overwhelming and inescapable.

Her legs, pinned beneath his weight, were forced apart with ease. Ross shifted his body, pressing his hardened length directly against her most sensitive pussy area.

The rough fabric of her jeans did little to mask the unmistakable pressure of his arousal, and she tensed as the realization hit her like a wave.

The heat from his body seeped through, and despite herself, her breath hitched at the intimate contact.

The bulge of his arousal pressed against her in a way that was impossible to ignore.

It wasn't just the physical sensation—it was the sheer dominance of his presence that unsettled her, a reminder of how powerless she was in this moment.

Her body fought to recoil, but his weight and strength left her no room to escape.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through her.

Anger and fear fought for dominance, but beneath them was a strange, unwelcome heat that she didn't want to acknowledge.

It burned low in her belly, unsettling and foreign, as if her body was betraying her in the worst possible way.

"Stop…!" she finally managed to gasp between kisses, her voice shaky and desperate. But Ross's lips only curved into a smirk against her mouth before claiming her again, his actions unwavering.

"You can protest all you like, April," he murmured against her lips, his voice dangerously smooth, "but there's no denying the truth. You're mine now."

April's chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths, her mind reeling.

She wanted to fight back, to push him away, but every attempt only emphasized how completely he had her pinned.

She hated him—hated his arrogance, his greed, and the way he stripped her of her control so effortlessly.

And yet, the way he looked at her, as though she was something he already owned, sent a shiver down her spine that she couldn't entirely explain.

Still, April was a tough woman and wasn't about to give up so easily.

Gritting her teeth, she shifted her hips back on the bed as far as she could, creating just enough space to maneuver.

Then, with a determined glare, she drew her knees up, preparing to strike where it would hurt the most. Her target was clear, and she wasn't going to miss.

"Boom!" Her left knee shot up with precision, landing squarely where she intended.

Ross' balls.

For a brief moment, satisfaction surged through her—she had struck true. But that feeling evaporated almost instantly.

Ross didn't double over in pain. He didn't even flinch.

Instead, he remained perfectly still, his expression unchanged except for the slight curl of a smirk on his lips.

Calm, amused, and infuriatingly unbothered, he looked down at her with a knowing glint in his eyes.

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April's chest tightened as confusion and frustration washed over her. How could he not react? Was his balls made of stone?

Her breath hitched as Ross's smirk deepened, his gaze never wavering.

"Nice try," he said casually, his voice teasing, as though her resistance was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

After that, Ross intensified his efforts, exploring April's enticing, voluptuous body with a renewed fervor.

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